Last Hooray

Summary: Set in the distant future. Moments in time stretching, expanding, flowing like a crystal clear river before her eyes.

White-gray smoke tendrils curled upwards, dancing in swirls as the acrid smell of cigarette filled her senses with memories. Moments in time stretching, expanding, flowing like a crystal clear river before her eyes as she waited for the golden pink hues to break the eastern sky.

The silhouette of his broad shoulders in the moonlight, the sinew of his strong back, and the untamed bristle on his chin that once upon a time tensed and brushed against the skin of her hands, her face, her thighs. The slip and slide of his warm, wet tobacco laced tongue so gentle, so sweet against her own, to never be felt, or tasted again.

It was her end. Her last hooray as she held his cooling body in her lap and puffed once more upon his stale cigarette.